For He's A Jolly Good Fellow

Last one! I had my twelfth and final treatment today. All the staff at the Cancer Center came in and sang "For He's a Jolly Good Fellow" to me and gave me a bottle of Sparkling Cider. It was a nice gesture. I blushed big-time, while my mom started crying. The nurses all over there have been very sweet. They did deliver the bad news that I would have to leave the port in my chest for at least a year more, and come in every 4-6 weeks to have it flushed. Very disappointing, as it is kind of uncomfortable, and I can't wait to have it taken out.

The day itself went about as normal. I have my usual "reversal of fortune" after my treatment. I felt pretty good after that, and was able to each lunch - grilled cheese sandwich and tomato soup - this afternoon. I went to sleep for a few hours, but woke up feeling absolutely horrible and lost my lunch. I wasn't able to keep anything down, so I wasn't able to eat dinner. I watched game one of the Rockies/Diamondbacks series, then SportsCenter before heading back to sleep.